What Didn't He Do
Ryan walked through the front door when Keeley was halfway through her third appletini. He sat down on the barstool next to her and ordered a beer before turning to her with a raised eyebrow. He had never seen Keeley drink outside of a party before and wondered why she was suddenly taking advantage of Happy Hour.
Something bad must have happened based on the look on her face. There were obvious tear tracks on her cheeks and worry lines creased her forehead.
It was a bit of an uncomfortable sight. The whole time he had known her, she was cheerful, funny, and full of smiles. Her unfailing optimism didn't even waver when she flat out failed the Organic Chemistry II final their junior year of college and had to retake the class.
"So," he said casually, trying to lighten the mood. "You like appletinis?"
He wouldn't have pegged her as the type. She seemed too down to earth to enjoy those fruity cocktails.